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Buffalo soldier, I I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning down the soldier, I know I'm not a rasta I to be a mobster burning down the block
Don't judge a book by the Everything will be in world is your brother When I lost the fun [?] Ancient words that me to love ya! So we burn to return to the And we yearn to all they told ya about yourself Who you are, you should be, I'm gonna be free it up to me!
Shouts the sky, look out to the night alright! Stars burn bright, I like the be alright!
Buffalo soldier, I I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster up the block Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a I used to be a mobster up the block soldier, I know I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning up the This is the medicine, I'm out like the knife I'm burying and this life I'm treasuring
This is the medicine, I'm out the bedouin Buffalo soldier, I I'm not a monster soldier, I know I'm not a monster Buffalo soldier, I I'm not a monster
I went runing away to the Went in a slave and came out all I went running away for the to my roots and I'm running still But now I'm to face my dreams Found my place and what it Find yourself and no one You to leave it up to me, leave it up to me!
Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a I used to be a mobster up the block soldier, I know I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster up the block Buffalo soldier, I I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster up the block is the medicine, I'm not like the bedouin With this knife I'm buryin and this life I'm Buffalo soldier, I I'm not a rasta
soldier, you know I'm not a rasta I used to be a mobster burning down the I shot the sheriff, the DA, and the Sorry al I don't need you to lecture me Maybe stop talking about guns When you talk about the funds that cut for the youth Let's cut to the truth, ain't enough for the So tell me how you me til you're stuck in the shoes, man! the Congressmen, where all the Senators? They're thinking about their green, not the color of the is just a relevance, survival is the sentiment Narcotics is the only way you that I'm a measure it! say that we are in a post Obama era Well exactly what that mean? you needn't make it Does it mean that the are gonna finally start to share up Reproportion the wealth and make fairer Asking God "why do poor people suffer" but now I'm such a hypocrite, the Rolls mufflers. In the gutters nobody loved us I am just the result of and hunger!
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